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In the dimly lit, public toilet stall, a mysterious figure sits, pants pooled around his ankles. His breathing quickens as he strokes his rigid cock, the sound of his hand moving up and down the shaft echoing in the empty space. The thrill of being caught, the risk of discovery, only heightens his arousal. He imagines faceless eyes watching through the cracks, fueling his desire. His grip tightens, his strokes become more urgent. With a stifled groan, he spills his load, the warm cum coating his hand and dripping onto the cold tile floor.